1/2n1/2 The Coffee Creamer
Scribblings on The Public Bathroom Stall
2012-02-05 07:16:11 (UTC)
Morbid contentment...
I'm happy with my life.
I'm happy with work, I'm happy with the man I love, nothing in my life is that bad.
Really.
Nothing is wrong.
My best friend and my boyfriend are talking maybe 10 feet away from me. They are having a great time.
I'm super happy about this.
So why is it that all I can think about is wanting to slice my skin to pieces?
What the hell is wrong with me?
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